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Magic & Manners

It is a truth universally accepted that well-bred members of Society are not beleaguered with magic.

For Elsabeth Dover and her sisters, that truth means living in a perpetual state of caution, never using their sorcerous gifts in public...

Atlantis Fallen

Book 1 of the Heartstrike Chronicles

A city hidden for five thousand years.

A man so ancient his early history is lost to time.

A woman who has nothing to lose...

Urban Shaman

Joanne Walker has three days to learn to use her shamanic powers and save the world from the unleashed Wild Hunt.
No worries. No pressure. Never mind the lack of sleep, the perplexing new talent for healing herself from fatal wounds, or the cryptic, talking coyote who appears in her dreams.
And if all that's not bad enough, in the three years Joanne's been a cop, she's never seen a dead bodyâbut she's just come across her second in three days.
It's been a bitch of a week.
And it isn't over yet.

Stone's Throe

JUSTICE WILL BE DONE!
Some girls languish under the weight of a broken heart, but not Amelia Stone. After a youthful encounter with the villain known as le Monstre aux Yeux Verts, Amelia is left with regrets - and a stalwart determination to right the wrongs of the world.

Bewitching Benedict

Benedict Fairburn does not quite need his ailing great-aunt's fortune, especially since he'll have to marry to get it. His family, however, thinks otherwise - as do many of the eligible ladies in London - and the pressure is mounting. An embarrassment of attentions fill Benny's time, but the young lady he prefers roundly dislikes him...

goodness.

The other day somebody asked me, somewhere, how I knew how long a book would be. I rambled on about it on Magical Words today, so perhaps that’ll be of some interest to people.

Only yesterday I was proclaiming proudly to Ted that I’d been out of the house almost every single day of the year, except two or three back in January. However, I have not been out today, and it’s pissing down rain, so I kinda think that my streak’s been broken. Damn.

I got up late this morning, and genuinely didn’t think I was going to get any work done, but I’ve actually ended up with 2300 words written, which I’m pretty happy about. (Perhaps not Blazing Avatar of the Writing Godhead happy, but pretty happy!)

I bought local, er, grown? honey at the Cork Market a few days ago (I love the Market. It’s a major reason that I’d like to stay in Cork. It’s vivacious and full of good smells and people talking and foods I’ve never heard of, and it’s just wonderful. I should do a photo shoot there sometime.), but the kind I’d been buying, which is ambrosia-like in its light sweet clarity, wasn’t available just then. So I got another kind which is much woodsier in taste. I don’t like it quite as much (although I bet it’s going to be *really* good in the barbeque sauce), but it’s really interesting to discover the completely distinctive tastes. I could become a honey connessuier, if they’ve got such things. (I’m sure they do.) I’m thinkin’ that even if they’ve got the kind I like a lot next time, I might look for a smaller jar of something else, just to keep trying the new flavours.

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I’m a honey connessuier. This has had it’s moments. Try taking carefully wrapped jars of heather honey through Heathrow Airport some time. (Allowed, but they insisted on unwrapping and inspecting every jar.) California has the most amazing orange blossom honey. Colorado produces a very dark, almost thick-enough-to-stand-on “Wildflower Honey” that I adore. Or you can buy the crystalized clover honey of Vermont. It’s so sweet it practically melts in your mouth. Macadamia honey was delicious from Hawaii, and in Australia, I got several varieties, each more exotic than the last. Eucalyptus honey was delicious! Picture me with drips of sweet stuff running from the corner of my mouth. YUM!